Page 82 of Summer Lessons

He begged that all the time, but Mason had yet to make him scream.

He didn’t want to make him scream now.

So he paused in midstroke and did the unthinkable. Firmly lodged inside his lover’s body, he ran his hand playfully, warmly, down Terry’s flanks, his thighs, his stomach.

He took Terry’s cock in his hand and squeezed from base to tip while Terry began to rock his hips frantically back and forth, needing Mason’s length and girth bad enough to cry.

“Maaason!”

“You want me?” Mason taunted.

“Oh yes!”

“Anyone else?”

“No! Dammit, Mason, only you! Only you! You’re all I want! Mine!”

“You sure? Sure no one else will do? Sure you don’t want someone younger?”

“Mason!”

Mason’s next few thrusts were unusually forceful. “What? Is that a no?”

“Only fuckin’ you, dammit, nowfuck me!”

Mason rolled so Terry was facedown on the bed, then thrust his hips as hard and as fast as he could. Oh yes—full possession.Mine, dammit, mine!

The slaps of their flesh filled the room. With a guttural moan and a scream, Terry convulsed without his own hand on his cock, orgasming fiercely and catching Mason in a vise so tight he almost couldn’t come.

Almost.

His climax rolled through him, slow and vicious, pulling shaking, shrieking pleasure from the pit of Mason’s balls.Hescreamed, muffling the sound in the sweaty skin of Terry’s neck, which he bit at the peak of his come.

Terry moaned, shivering around the invasion of Mason’s body, an aftershock rocking him, and then another. Mason gave one last used and exhausted spurt before sliding to the side and pulling him into an all-inclusive, spent, and needing hug.

They were a lot of things in bed—voracious, passionate,loud.

But they had never been likethat.

Mason wished he had words to explain, to tell Terry what he was afraid of, but doing that would be like begging him to stay. Which was the one thing Mason couldn’t do.

Instead he just held on tight, kissing the back of Terry’s neck, his shoulders, his ears, trying to show without words all of the reasons Terry had to come back to him.

“Mason?” Terry asked, sounding sleepy and sated and maybe a little giggly from all the kissing.

“Yeah?”

“If I asked nice, would you come apartment hunting with me?”

“You could ask mean and I’d still do it.”

Terry’s chuckle calmed him, settled him somehow. “I’ll ask nice ’cause that way gets me blow jobs.”

Mason’s turn to chuckle. “Just being you gets you blow jobs.”

He rolled in Mason’s arms, nestling against Mason’s shoulders. “I only want them from you,” he said quietly. “I’ll let you know if that changes.”

Mason closed his eyes, grateful. It wasn’t much—but Terry was nothing if not honest.